Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.